The long-haired girl tried to hide in the cabin, but she was too slow.
Ye Nianchu moved her hand, and the girl fell back into the river, clutching her neck. Piranhas surrounded her, making it hard to see anything but her outline.
Blood and flesh floated on the river.
At that moment, Ye Nianchu got a system notification: [Killed ordinary player, earned 5 points.]
Qin Mubai looked down at her. “Sister, are you okay?”
Ye Nianchu shook her head. “I’m fine.”
They passed by the overturned part of the boat, where only a few metal sheets floated, getting closer to the shore.
Ye Nianchu walked toward the supplies and asked, “Do you have any objections?”
The others shook their heads, stepping aside.
With her strength, what could they say? Even if they did, it wouldn’t matter.
Ye Nianchu opened five backpacks, each with different items.
She had to admit the game was stingy. There was little food and water, and no weapons—just lots of clothes. She wondered if other players had similar supplies.
With one bag, they had to fight over everything.
Together, there was only one sleeping bag and one tent.
Naturally, she took those.
She also grabbed a lighter, a portable cooking pot, a flashlight, and two sets of clothes.
There were ten bottles of water, six packs of instant noodles, and four cans of food, along with some medical supplies and bandages.
That was half of the total supplies.
Taking everything would cut off the others' escape routes; they might fight back, even if it meant capsizing the boat.
But it wasn’t necessary; there were more urgent matters.
Qin Mubai had piranha bite marks on his wrist, and the wound needed care.
Every time other players saw Ye Nianchu take something, they felt a twist of pain in their hearts.
She seemed pleased with her haul, but then she glanced at Qin Mubai beside her, who was playing with the bloodied knife, his clean smile now hinting at malice.
It sent chills down their spines.
Once Ye Nianchu finished collecting supplies, their moods eased slightly.
She had pushed the limits but stayed within acceptable bounds.
Suddenly, NPCs in the cabin shouted, “The boat is taking on water!”
The others didn’t react much; they could see the shore approaching. Whether the boat sank or not, what could they do?
Only He Miao pressed her lips together. Her space barely fit the small boat, and she had planned to secretly collect some supplies. This round of the game seemed to leave them no way out.
As soon as the players reached the shore, the game would truly begin.
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The cold, mechanical voice of the system announced: [Remaining players: 90. Remaining S-rank players: 10.]
In a short time, nine players had already been eliminated.
Surprisingly, the system revealed the number of remaining S-rank players. So far, none had been eliminated; even without special abilities, S-rank players were strong.
Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai found a flat area to set up their tent.
“Extend your hand.”
Qin Mubai smiled lightly, obediently doing as she said.
His long fingers had fresh wounds, which stood out sharply.
Ye Nianchu held his wrist, rinsing the wounds with saline solution, then disinfecting and applying ointment before covering it with a sterile bandage.
As Qin Mubai watched her focused profile, warmth from his fingertips seemed to flow into his heart, creating a wave of tenderness.
His usually calm thoughts began to waver.